Page 12 of Too Far

Grinning, he smooths my hair back. Then he cups my face and tilts it up.

“You know just what I like to hear, don’t you, Mama?”

“Please, Kendrick, will you let me suck on your big fat cock and swallow your cum?”

“Goddamn,” he groans, his hand abandoning my head to circle his shaft. “Open that fucking mouth.”

Eagerly, I rise up, lick the underside of his dick, and stick out my tongue as far as it will go.

“You want it?”

“Yes,” I plead.

He grits his teeth, and his thighs tense under my palms. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, please. I want it. I need it. Come on my tongue, K.”

On command, hot bursts erupt from him, and I catch as much as I can in my open, waiting mouth.

Groaning, I lick my lips and peer up through soaking wet lashes. When his eyes lock with mine, I swallow him in one gulp.

After one final caress of my cheek, he offers me a hand and gently pulls me to my feet. Before I can step out from under the spray, he tugs me against his slick, warm chest and cups my pussy as he kisses my neck.

I wrap my arms up and around him and lean back, letting him hold my weight.

“You did so good for me, Mama. I won’t be able to step into this shower without thinking about you on your knees.”

His praise makes my heart float in my chest.

“You want help washing your hair?”

As tempting as his offer sounds, he’s had a hell of a day.

“I’ve got it.”

“It’s like that, huh? I know you can do it yourself, and I respect it. But I want to do it. How aboutcanI wash your hair for you, please?”

My insides melt as I nod.

He makes quick work of squirting a glob of shampoo into his palm, lathering up, and massaging it into my scalp.

I sag against him, my back to his chest, and soak up his warmth as he takes his time working me over.

For as much pleasure as he’s brought me tonight, Kendrick brings an equal amount of comfort. The way he cares is a sacred practice.

After I’ve rinsed and conditioned, he spins me in his arms and kisses me softly.

“You meant what you said?” He worries at his lip, his vulnerability on full display.

But he has nothing to be worried about. I meant it, and I’ll say it to him every day, per his request, if that’s what it takes for him to believe me.

“I love you,” I whisper. “Not just because of what you did, K, but because of who you are. Because of how you nurture and love. I love you, and I’m in love with you, Kendrick.”

His eyes flutter closed, and he sucks in a sharp breath through his nose. Eventually, he swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and he fixes his attention on me again.

“I love you, too.”

With one last kiss to the top of my head, he moves to exit the shower. Naked and dripping onto the mat outside the enclosure, he turns and gives me a thorough once-over. “I’ll leave you to finish up, but don’t you dare wipe away what I gave you between those pretty little thighs. You hear me?”